Before that day came.
Looking back on Fernand's activities for a week, it was not much different from usual.
Monday. Fernand was very upset because he had lost a lot of money on the gambling board.
Tuesday. Fernan, who had read the news that his father had decided to adopt Charlotte, was furious with the Count. Thanks to this, he broke several glasses of Wolfgang Casinp.
Wednesday. He lamented to his only poker friend, Viscount Kodell, that he was now ignored by his father.
Kodel, who had been soothing Fernand, carefully advised his agonizing friend.
"I heard that it was your butler, Rolf, who actively promoted the adoption of Saintess Charlotte."
"Isn't Rolf driving a wedge between you and the Count? I want to establish another successor."
"Muller is sitting at the gambling table over there. He's a pretty famous private detective. Why don't you ask him for a favor?"
Thursday. Fernand asked a detective to investigate Rolf. And that Sunday, Fernand raised the dead.
***
A carriage followed the gravel path of the garden through the main gate of the Count's residence.
Rolf, who was serving dinner, opened his eyes to the sight of the carriage through the window.
"Do you, master?"
Fernand, who had never returned to the mansion since he had strangled the Count. Why did Fernand suddenly return?
And now. When the Count, Mrs. Becker, and their illegitimate son were having dinner together.
Rolf was stunned. It reminded her of a year ago, when Fernand broke into the attic and tried to kill Mrs. Becker, who had just given birth.
Even then, he managed to tear Fernand dry, and he knew how he would react if he saw the scene at the table now.
Rolf panicked and headed to the lobby.
"Master, what's going on?"
"Come out. Is my father in a restaurant?"
Fernand didn't even look at Rolf and tried to head to the restaurant.
'No. I saw the current restaurant-'
It was going to happen, so Rolf blocked Fernand with his whole body.
"Don't you get out of the way?! Do you think I still recognize you as a butler?"
Fernand's inner pocket was filled with a crumpled stack of papers. Rolf glanced at the stack of papers and was shocked.
'How is that...'
They were supposed to be in the Count's office. Documents that Rolf personally pleaded with and suggested to the Count. The petition that Rolf had posted in his own hand was full of them.
'I didn't even make a copy of that. How could you hold it?'
Only a few people who can enter that room are the users of this mansion. How the hell is that in Fernand's inner pocket?
Rolf held Fernand with all his might, but it was impossible to stop Fernand's power.
"Father, come out! How can you proceed with the adoption of Charlotte into our family without consulting me, your successor? Did you know that? The fact that my father completely fell for Rolf's jokes..."
Eventually, Fernand managed to push into the dining room and saw the scene inside.
Fernand paused, puzzled.
"Huh!"
He let out a laugh that bordered on sighing. The place where Mrs. Becker was sitting was originally the seat of the Countess.
Fernand's maroon eyes looked at his father with great pity.
"Really... Father..."
"What kind of behavior is this? Fernand."
Fernand's maroon eyes turned to the baby in Mrs. Becker's arms.
Fernand, who laughed absurdly, strode over to Mrs. Becker and grabbed her by the throat.
"Why are you down here? Yes? Why are the grubs here when they should be stuck in the attic?"
"Kyaa..."
It was too violent for a mother holding her child. Rolf clung to Fernand's arm in surprise.
"Master. Let go!"
"What are you doing in front of your father, Fernand?"
Despite the Count's remarks, Fernand didn't seem to want to let go of her.
"Are you going to take over the dining room with your bastard now? Even if you cross the line, you have to cross it. Huh?!"
“Whoah!”
The sound of a small child's crying made the dining room even more chaotic.
After two years of indulging in peripheral pleasures, Fernand no longer had a sense of self-control. He was unable to resist any impulse.
Fernand, who looked like a miscellaneous bastard, could not find the heir to the Count.
"Fernand, you bastard!"
Fernand, whether the Count was there or not, whether Rolf was hanging on his arm or not, he began to shake Mrs. Becker's cheek.
"If you have committed injustice! So if you break up someone else's family, you should at least look at it! How do you get out of the attic without any hesitation? Why are you showing up and desecrating this mansion?!"
The soup and food on the table rolled onto the floor. Several footmen who were serving dinner ran up to him and grabbed Fernand's arm.
Only then could he manage to stop Fernand's movement.
"Take your child up to your room quickly. Kick that madman out!"
The Count said to Mrs. Becker. She limped down the stairs with her child in her arms.
Malea quickly turned to her to support Mrs. Becker.
"What a fool my father is thinking! After being tricked into adopting Charlotte by Rolf, now you want to have an illegitimate child?"
"That's funny. When do you ignore my pension order and go out, do you come in and do something wrong?"
"My father is not able to discern reason! You were deceived by that deceitful butler."
"A gambling addict is talking about self-interest. Rolf, get him out of the mansion right away!"
Rolf obeyed the order and dragged Fernand out to the garden with the footmen.
However, when Rolf arrived at the garden, he had no choice but to let go of Fernand. Fernand summoned the wasps around him.
Even though it was forbidden to attack civilians, his actions were unrelenting.
As the wasps gathered, the startled footmen scattered in confusion.
"Cowards."
Fernand chuckled, then turned to Rolf, who was standing.
"Hey, Rolf."
Fernand grabbed Rolf by the neck and lifted him up.
“Cough.”
Rolf choked and gasped.
"It was you, by the way. You saved that incest woman's hat."
Rolf's voice made him nervous. He must be talking about what happened in the attic a year ago.
"Don't get blood on your hands because of this trivial thing, Master! Now that Odette doesn't have that, if you attack civilians with your intellect, you can't avoid the death penalty!"
The day Fernand tried to kill Mrs. Becker and her son using the worm's intellect, Rolf stopped Fernand.
It was unfortunate for Rolf.
'It was for you.'
At the time, Fernand was in the middle of a trial to reconsider whether to grant immunity from the death penalty. If he used his intellect to kill civilians, the trial became meaningless.
Because of that, Rolf did not have any favors for Mrs. Becker and her son.
However, Fernand had already decided that Rolf and Mrs. Becker were one and the same.
"You were the one who constantly suggested enrolling illegitimate children, right? Looking at it now. I realize that you have been holding a grudge against me since then. Since that illegitimate child was born."
Contrary to feelings, Rolf's complexion turned white at the unreasonable words.
"Whoops, huh. Do you... master."
The problem was that Fernando didn't even seem to want to listen to Rolf's explanation.
As if he wanted to kill him right away, he was applying more force to his grip on RoIf's neck.
"Isn't that right? Thanks to Odette's survival, I'm exempt again. It means there's nothing wrong with killing you here."
Saliva dripped from Rolf's lips.
The last time Fernand left the mansion, he remembered the story of how he had strangled the Count.
It tastes good enough to strangle the most powerful member of this family. Isn't he really going to die as he is? A primal fear consumed Rolf.
His consciousness was slowly fading.
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